Dan paced the room, casting worried looks at Sam every now and again; the youngest Winchester was still clutching his injured shoulder, wincing frequently.
'How does it feel now?' he asked crossing over to his little brother and squatting down next to him.
'It feels awesome' Sam muttered, giving his brother a look.
'Ah hell I bet she just stuck those stitches in there for show...' Dean growled angrily, before gently removing Sam's hand from his wound.
Sam sucked in air and hissed in pain, growling and turning his face to the ceiling as Dean inspected the stab wound.
There was a small row of neat, straight stitches going in a zigzag, closing up the wound perfectly. It looked professional.
Dean let out some air he hadn't realised he had been keeping.
'Nah it looks like she's done a good job on 'em' he muttered, sinking back and sitting cross legged on the floor.
He was happy that Sam was ok, but now he was suspicious- why would she help them?
'This woman is insane!' he stated, looking at the door, kinda scared about what would be walking through it.
'You think?' Sam said, groaning as he sat up properly, his pale and shaking face looking straight at Dean.
'I'm scared man-what's gonna happen now?' Sam said, eyes searching his brother's for comfort.
'Hey...hey hey Sammy-it's gonna be ok, you got that? See, I'm gonna get you out-'
'You said that before...' Sam pointed out, smiling slightly at his brother.
Dean scooched over and sat next to him properly, putting an arm round his shoulder.
'Yeah...and what did I do, every time I said that? Huh?' he asked, giving his brother a smile.
'you got me out' Sam replied, nodding at the floor, remembering all the other times the people in this crazy family had tried to kill them.
'But why us Dean? We've never done anything to them' he said, twisting round so he could see his brother properly.
'...I think it's because we're so awesome!' Dean grinned, poking Sam in his good shoulder before sitting back. 'I have no idea Sammy-but I said it twice before, and I'm gonna say it again...I'm gonna get you out of here, I promise!' he said, looking at the door, a determined flash glinting in his eyes.
Minutes later, the door banged open, James and two other men walking through the threshold, each with the same nasty little grins on their faces.
The two men who were with James each held a large wooden chair, and they slammed them down facing each other, in a small space.
'Are you going to get up-or are we going to have to make you?' James asked his strong and domineering voice back.
'Go to hell!' Dean growled.
James chuckled, his eyes glowing malignantly. 'So be it' he replied.
He nodded his head at his two friends, and at once they advanced on the Winchesters.
Dean immediately stood up and took a swing, landing a well aimed punch on one of the men's temples, sending him spinning to the left and to the floor.
The other man growled and sneered at the eldest Winchester, before giving him an ugly smile and launching himself at him.
Dean didn't have any time to prepare, but as the man fell on him, fists flying everywhere, seconds later though, the man was roughly pulled off and thrown to the wall-Sam was on his feet, a murderous look on his face.
He walked over to Dean and held his hand out, Dean taking it and gently hoisting himself up off the floor.
Both the boys stopped and slowly turned around when they heard the safety being clicked off a gun.
'Very well done boys-but can you please behave now?' James was holding the pistol, a small smile on his face as he aimed the gun at Sam's head.
'Wait...doesn't shoot-we'll do what you want, just put the gun down!' Dean growled, holding his hands up and stepping into the line of fire, making sure there was no chance of Sammy being hurt.
'Oh come now...stop with all the masculine sibling protectiveness and come and sit in these chairs.'
Sam snorted- did this guy really think they would just walk and sit down, good as gold, he had no chance.
James, knowing his order was going to be ignored, smiled and gave a small chuckle. 'I said-now!' he barked, once again aiming the gun at Sam, but this time firing it.
The bullet whizzed past Sam with a whoosh of dispersed air, his long bangs fluttering in the breeze it left.
'Ok! Ok we'll do it! Don't shoot!' Dean yelled, looking in panic from Sam to James, who raised his eyebrows.
'Now-if you please...' he smiled, motioning the chairs.
Sam and Dean slowly walked to them and sat down. Immediately the two cronies stood behind them, the one behind Sam sported a black eye, the other; a large purple bruise was forming above his jaw line.
They were both big men, and Sam guessed they would have no qualms of using brute force to get them to stay still. He sat rigidly on his chair, looking at Dean.
James chuckled before walking out of the room, before returning seconds later, a steel silver box in his hands.
He opened it up, standing between Sam and Dean, but in a way where they could both see what he was doing.
'Now, what have we got in here then...' he muttered to himself, removing some cloth from the top of whatever was in the box.
There was a heavy sounding noise, before James pulled out a large silver revolver, the silver casing glinting in the low light, shining on James's face as he grinned down at it.
He slipped open the cylinder, eyeing Sam and Dean, wondering if they could guess what was going to happen.
Dean got the meaning of what was going to happen already; he began to shake his head, a disbelieving look on his pale face. 'No man...don't do this...you can't do this' he hoped to god that the idea he was picturing in his head wasn't about to come true.
Sam looked at his brother quizzically; he hadn't made the connection.
'Oops, Dean knows what this is for...' James whispered, grinning at Dean, his worst fears realised.
James chuckled darkly and put a hand in his pocket, producing a single, gold plated cartridge.
Suddenly, the game clicked into Sam's brain-the only 'game' someone could play, either on their own or with others, where only one revolver and one cartridge were needed.
Russian roulette.
'Oh my god-please, don't do this!' Sam pleaded, rising from his chair, panic rising in his chest, eyes wide with fear. He was immediately pulled roughly back into his seat by the man behind him, the brute placing a heavy hand on Sam's injured shoulder.
'Ha ha ha...now Sammy gets the meaning too-'
'-It's Sam!' Dean spat, struggling with his own crony as he too rose from his chair.
'STAY WHERE YOU ARE!' James shouted, taking out of his waistband his own handgun, cocking It and aiming it once more at Sam, smiling as him and Dean sunk back down into their chairs, angry and scared looks combined on their faces.
'Now-let's play, shall we?' he asked, before putting the long cartridge into the chamber of the revolver. He span the cylinder round, whistling slightly as the cylinder span in circles.
He looked across at Dean, and with a wink, he slammed the cylinder back into the chamber of the revolver with a heavy snap, making the oldest Winchester jump.
'Now...whose going to go first, then?' he asked, putting a finger on his chin as he looked from one brother to the other.
'Hmmm...' he mused, before smiling and walking over to Sam.
The youngest Winchester stiffened and looked at the gun, face taut with fear.
'NO! NO-DO ME FIRST! DON'T HURT HIM!' Dean yelled, trying to stand up. He grabbed the man's hand that was holding him down.
James ignored him and smiled at Sam. 'Don't worry Sam-you've got a one in six chance of dying-now that's pretty good odds, don't you think?' he grinned, before putting the nuzzle of the gun against his forehead.
Sam stiffened and closed his eyes, feeling the cold steel press against his skin.
This is it...it's all going to end like this. There was so much more he had to do...this couldn't be it... he thought.
Seconds later, James pulled the trigger. Sam jumped as the gun fired on empty, the dull click of the gun igniting a relieved smile. He opened his eyes to see Dean with his eyes full of tears, before he pawed them away and choked out a relieved sob.
'Oh thank god...' he gasped out.
James smiled and winked at Sam, before walking to Dean, fiddling with the gun in his hands.
'Your turn kiddo...' he grinned, bringing the gun down and once again placing it against the hunter's forehead. Seconds later he pulled the trigger. The gun once again clicked on empty.
'Damn-that's a shame...' James muttered, before he fired again without warning, Sam shouting in a panic. But the gun clicked on empty once more.
'Wow...someone is really looking down on you boys today, aren't they?' he said, more to himself than anyone else.
'Let's have a look...' he smiled, before putting the gun to the ceiling and firing it-the gun once more clicked again on empty.
Dean looked across at Sam-these were lucky odds...
'Ok, so that's four shots down...two to go...' James said, before he closed his eyes and placed the gun against his own temple.
Dean looked at him, incredulous. What the hell was this crazy doing? Well, better him to have his face blown off than one of them...
James took a deep breath and pulled the trigger. Once again, the gun clicked on empty.
James choked out a breath, grinning with relief.
Dean gave him a look, before deadly realisation hit him. If all the other shots were empty-that means there was one shot left in the revolver...the only live round.
'Well, I think we've all had a lucky break-but Sam...your luck is about to run out, round...about-NOW!'
Before either Dean or Sam could react, James had swung his aim around and pointed the gun at Sam, before a deafening shot ran out in the air...and a body slumped to the floor.
Have I just killed Sam?
... Find out in the next chapter, which will be updated after Christmas!
I'll leave you with that bombshell, and I wish every one of you a Wonderful Christmas, and the best New Year!
See you in a few days!
Happyday girl
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